Seeing that Zhao Rong had leveled up, the Black Mountain Old Demon started to negotiate.
"Big Brother, since you've consumed my Old Demon's Pill and leveled up, shouldn't you treat me a little better and let me go?"
Zhao Rong shook his head. "You know what they say—it's hard to be harsh after accepting a gift. Since I've absorbed your Old Demon's Pill, I won't send you to the Monster Dissecting Room."
Delighted that Zhao Rong wasn't sending him to the Monster Dissecting Room, the Black Mountain Old Demon asked, "Young hero, does that mean you're planning to let me go?"
Zhao Rong shook his head again. "No, I plan to sell you to a zoo as an exhibit."
Hearing that Zhao Rong was going to sell him to a zoo, the Black Mountain Old Demon fainted on the spot.
As dawn broke, Zhao Rong quickly repaired the car, restarted it, and drove back the way he came. The Black Mountain Old Demon, tied to the roof, had become his trophy.
